i cannot even believe i made it


I cannot believe this has happened guys! Like ahhhhh omg! It makes me so happy when I open a message and I find out that people find my blog useful or even as simple as they love my blog. I am honestly shook with how many followers are supporting me.


Originally posted by everythingstarstuff

So, usually I would give a shout out to those whom made it possible that I made it to this many followers. But- I thought it would be good to try something else. Just for the special occasion of 1.5K followers. A couple of post ago I accounted that I was going to reveal my face yep, you guess it. That is happening today.

Originally posted by bugbuttrainbow

Some of you would be wondering….. “Bertie, why did you leave it until today?” Well to answer that question, it was because I didn’t think my blog was going to become this popular. But now that it has… I do not want to have a disconnection with my followers. I want to remind everyone I am simply just an imperfectly perfect human in my own way.

Drumroll please!

Originally posted by canwehaveapooldad

In 3… 2… 1!

Here is me. Little Bertie showing you littleboy-things! So ah yeah there you go… Okay, I’m going to hide forever now.


favorite animated movies (in no particular order) → the road to el dorado (2000)

tulio, did you ever imagine it would end like this?
the horse is a surprise.

The boy, he dies at the end.

He’s written the spoiler right on the first page, like a shit, and he’s ghastly. He really is. Only- of course he isn’t. Quite the opposite. She uses the book to hit him in the chest. He laughs.

You’re the worst gift giver in the world, she informs him. He waggles his eyebrows, and she’d kiss him if Sirius wasn’t here. You two should kiss, Sirius says through a mouthful of crisps, looking on with mild interest. James shoves him sideways and then does, in fact, kiss her. He tastes like tea and mint.

The boys wear party hats all round London. Remus has five coffees, Peter loses his scarf to the wind and Sirius throws away a twenty pound note because he thought it was a very poorly made napkin. It might just be the best birthday she’s ever had.

Naturally she can never tell James this because he’ll just be unbearably smug, as opposed to the bearable level of smug he is normally. He buys her an ice block and then precedes to rip into her for picking lemonade flavor, which he has been told by Remus is the ‘most basic’.

Pathetic Lily, truly embarrassing, he says, and she reaches up and snaps the string of his party hat. Being eighteen feels no different to being seventeen, still being told by a choking James that she’d just ‘broken his throat’, still laughing when Remus says that it’s probably a blessing, still liking them all an inordinate amount.

Afterwards they go home, the two of them, back to the tiny apartment where they eat and sleep and make breakfast. When they’d moved in she’d used James’ wand to flick all the dead moths off the windowsill and to get her back he froze hers in ice. Sometimes when she can’t sleep and her brain is a blank wall she’ll get up, walk around, breathe. She can look at any surface of their place and think here. I kissed you here. I loved you here.

She goes through the door and there is a cake on their bench. The top slants to the left, lopsided, and the icing has melted all down the sides. She freezes, staring. James bounds past her and tries to prop up a drooping candle. I didn’t know you weren’t supposed to ice it while it was still hot, he confesses, guiltily.

She keeps staring. You made me a cake. She says, fumbling around the words. I don’t know if you can still call it that, he says, distracted, trying to even out the slanting top by shifting the icing. She cannot believe him- waking up early just to make her a cake. Her heart is swollen. She could break a rib.

Happy birthday Li- he starts, but she has surged forward and is kissing him instead. His hands are sticky from icing, on her face and jaw and neck and he made her a cake. In this kitchen, in this apartment, in her space, he was here. There has never been a better boy than hers, and here. She loves him here.

ACOWAR Finished


I cannot believe how much WANK I had to crawl through before reading this book. I can’t believe the people who got advanced copies portrayed it in such a negative light. I can’t believe I considered failing out of this fandom not one week ago. 

Rarely has a book made me this genuinely happy. Never before have I RUN whilst reading it screaming ‘Fuck YES!!!’ At my dog repeatedly whilst punching the air. I got so excited whilst reading this book, that whilst making insane arm gestures, I flung my car keys in the river. I do not even regret it (mostly).

What I’m trying to say, is I would gladly freeze, humiliate myself, and lose sleep for this book all over again. If anyone, like me, was hesitant to read it because of the discourse leading up to  was so terrifying and disheartening, DO NOT BE AFRAID.

This book healed a fucked up part of my soul today.

Sarah J Maas,

Thank you. 

popular-to-contrary-belief  asked:

So I'm the completely inexperienced DM for a D&D group and I have no clue what to do. Any advice? Thanks!

I’d be glad to help.

I’d like to start off with a simple story, one of when I was thirteen years old and in a similar position at the table as yourself - the DM’s seat. My first game was some of the most bare-bones, brik-a-brak, Bizarro-land D&D you can imagine. I had a sprawling, nonsensical, maze-like dungeon map scrawled out onto the back page of my mathematics book in pencil crayon. We used a printed out PDF version of some outdated rules set that I don’t even believe was anything close to genuine. We didn’t have any dice beyond the ones scrounged from board game boxes like monopoly and snakes and ladders, so I made my own out of cardboard and sellotape. Without any d20s, I decided that we were instead going to use two d6s and two d4s, as 6+4+6+4 equaled 20. Our mini figures were bottle caps and pennies, and the dungeon tiles were inch-square tiles cut from cereal boxes that I had been preparing for weeks.

Despite all of this disastrous preparation, I cannot remember anything poorly about it. I only know that it somehow worked and I stuck with it. I improved - exponentially so. And so will you.

Like anything in life that takes time and commitment, you can only be patient. Even now I recognise the failings of my games. I can still see the bottle cap mini-figures and raggedy dice equivalents in my story and narrative - concepts that I would never have even been close to comprehending had they been introduced to me at the beginning.

Therefore, i’d wish you the best of fortune for your game, but I think we both know that you’d settle for a solid 6/10 on your first-try. So let’s discuss how we can reach that golden standard.

Think small

Start at level 1, introduce a very understandable setting, and don’t feel as if you have to try anything you aren’t comfortable with just because other DMs have done it. Maybe bandits have kidnapped the local mayor’s child, maybe the church has accidentally uncovered a hidden catacomb entrance in the graveyard, maybe a nearby cave needs clearing out by a shepherd?

These low-power, tactile plot-hooks are great for first-time players and veterans alike. Now you have a framework, it is time to assess your options.


Let’s go with the bandit kidnapping example for this, although feel free to try whatever you want and change the details as you see fit. Nobody, not even you, wants every conflict within the bandit dungeon hideout to be a square room with 3 bandits. It will get repetitive. An incredibly easy way to address this is to mix things up. Maybe one room is partially flooded and a makeshift walkway is how you get from one side to the other, maybe the bandits have a room with a cage full of pet … ostriches, or boars, or fishmen, who they will release if attacked, maybe the entrance has a single, absent-minded guard sitting on his lonesome, only he has a large, brass gong beside him as an alarm? It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t make perfect sense; it’s D&D, we gave up on cohesion when we sat down at the table in the first place.

The Catch

Introduce an element to the adventure that inspires urgency in the players, that’ll disencourage them from dallying about. Maybe the mayor will refuse to pay them if the do not complete the job in a week, maybe the mayor has learned that the bandits will sell the victim off to slavers or another rival baron if they do not hurry, maybe the victim has a wedding in a week’s time that they simply must be rescued for? Choose one, stick with it, make it important, be careful to make it fair - not too generous, not too harsh. 1 hour is too harsh, 1 month may be too generous.

The Twist

Go full M. Night Shamalamading-dong on their asses. Throw something totally unexpected in there that you will do next session, right at the end. Maybe the child is working for the bandit king as is planning to betray their father and must be convinced otherwise, maybe the cave enters onto an underground smuggler’s city and the child is lost somewhere within the hive of scum and villainy, maybe the bandits all work for a necromancer who teleports away with the child as the players arrive to free him, leaving his evil, undead minions to fight on his behalf? Just make sure to give the players something to follow - like a clue - so that they know what they have to do next. Because when the players are excited to continue, you have done your job, good sir.


Here are some YouTube channels who I’d highly recommend you watch, since their content has inspired me on countless occasions.

Drunkens & Dragons - This guy is crazy entertaining, crazy talented, and just plain crazy. He is very good for ideas and mechanics to make your game awesome and cool, and doesn’t go so deep into complex topics that an amateur will become intimidated.

Matthew Colville - A fantastically enthralling listen awaits you on the other side of this hyperlink. He is entertaining, interesting, and answers a lot of big, broad questions you may have about more vague and itty-bitty game things.

How to be a Great Game Master - This channel tackles some of the more troublesome issues that you may get worried about, specifically problems that you may feel guilty for as a DM. He handles both sides of more controversial issues in a reasonable, well-adjusted manner.

I trust you’ll do fantastically.

Pixie x


i noticed something very interesting while watching a scene from the latest episode that i would like to share

in this moment, bellamy and clarke are having a pretty basic leadership conversation (which is nothing new for them), but if you take a look at the shots, they tell a different story

if you look at these two close-ups (which are very common during bellamy & clarke’s conversations by the way), they’re looking into each other’s eyes and it seems if they’re standing extremely close - kissing distance, actually, but here comes the interesting part - once the camera shot changes, it becomes clear that there’s a lot more distance between them than what we as an audience was made to believe at first.

speaking from my limited film studies knowledge, i see this as a deliberate choice during filming (everything you see on screen is intensional. i cannot emphasize this enough!). those close-ups were there to emphasize bellamy and clarke’s closeness. even if they’re not standing very close to one another, it appears that way because they connect. it shows a lot of raw intimacy. that’s the point of those close-ups - to underline the emotion in their relationship in a way that highlights their closeness. 

to summarize: this is a clearly romantic shot y’all. 

I’ll Be Good - Part 22 (End)

Masterlist -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 21

Summary: Series - You’re an old colleague of Natasha’s who finds herself face to face with the Winter Soldier on the wrong end of an Avengers’ op. Chapter – Your future after the dangerous decision you made on the rooftop, and an unexpected glimpse into your past when Natasha peaks into the file she found.

Warnings: swearing, violence

Word Count: 3911 (welp I didn’t even try to keep this short… Oh well.)

Author’s Note: I cannot believe this is the end!!! Bittersweet! I’m not 100% sure how I feel about the file piece… But I’m just going to go with it. Maybe one day if inspiration strikes I’ll revisit that part in another way… teeny sequel or something, I don’t know. Anyway, hopefully this gives everyone closure and you enjoyed reading my first fic! Yay!

For the second time in the few months since you’d first run into Natasha again, you woke to a screaming pain radiating through your shoulder as you returned to consciousness. The steady beeping of the heart monitor increased as you became more aware of the pain crying out all over your body.

Your side continued to ache where the Commander had slipped his slender knife between your ribs, but now the pain radiated over your torso with every breath. A dull ache rippling beneath a pattern of deep bruising. Exhaustion held an entirely new meaning. Every muscle ached when you slowly tried testing a few of them, checking for mobility. Finding yourself mostly free you tried to will yourself to move, hoping that if you sat up more, the shrieking pain in your shoulder would subside.

As your eyes fluttered open, Nat immediately jumped up from her chair in the corner, silently stepping closer, her sharp eyes flashing over to the crumpled form beside you. You glanced down to your side to find Bucky, dead asleep, a mess of tangled dark hair covering his face and creeping over your blanket. His head rested on crossed forearms beside you on the hospital bed and you bit back a small grateful smile, knowing how exhausted he must be. It was clear from the thick scruff on his jaw and the fact that he could fall asleep in such a precarious way, that he hadn’t left your side, not for days.

Days. You’d been here for days…

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An open letter to recast owners

I’ve been debating with myself wether or not to post this because I’ve been away from the hobby and this ‘discourse’ for some time doing my own thing and generally trying to get my shit together but then someone had the bright idea of posting that delightful list and attempting to brand myself and some 700 people as bullies and stalkers. Not cool bro, not cool at all.

So this is my open letter to the recast owning community, particularly those like the admins of the above blog. I always welcome discourse, if you want to discuss any of this or any of my points then I more than welcome you to my inbox, it’s always open.

Greetings fellow doll lover,
The thing I really, really want to emphasise above all else is that we get it. We really do.
Who wouldn’t want something they’ve been wanting forever and a day for cheaper than usual? It’s only natural and we’re a generation (or two) of people who’ve been brought up to search for a bargain every chance we can. So we understand the temptation. But the issue of recasts vs supporting artists goes much deeper than just the price tag and that seems to be where the disconnect is, at least from what I’ve observed the last few years.

Allow me to make an analogy;
Imagine, if you will, that you’ve got yourself a job cleaning floors, be it for a bit of money on the side or your sole source of income.
You’ve got yourself all set up, you’ve bought the brooms, the dustpan, the garbage can and bags. Not to mention you bought all those cleaning chemicals which weren’t cheap at all. So you’ve come up with how much you charge your clients based on the cost of your equipment and you manage to squeeze in a little on top to cover your labour and time. You come up with what you consider a very fair price considering the time, effort and cost involved in your work. Sounds fair right?
Now imagine you’re cleaning a floor, you’ve done a good job, you could eat off that floor. Some guy comes along, tells you what a good job you’ve done and even picks up a piece of rubbish for you but the second your boss appears to pay you what you’re owed this other guy, we’ll call him Mr R quickly shows him the garbage can, telling your boss at length what a wonderful job has been done and he’ll only charge half of what you where asking for.
Oh! Well your boss loves that idea, a perfect floor for half the price! Who wouldn’t jump on that deal! So MR R leaves with the money, having done a tiny amount of work compared to you. You’re left out of pocket and with nothing to show for all that time and effort your poured into your work.
How would that make you feel? Maybe you could let it slide if it happened just once but imagine that Mr R keeps coming back, he’s got the money now to follow you to your next job and the one after that and so on after all.

I’m hoping it’s obvious where I’m going with this… on a simplified level that’s exactly what recasters do. They make money off the hard work, skill and all that time an artist pours into making dolls and deny those same artists potential sales by poaching customers with an artists own work. I don’t know about you but I’d find that so incredibly beyond galling if it were me in the artists shoes. And if your work is constantly being sold out from under you, why bother to continue?

That is the crux of why recasts are so harmful to the BJD world. Creating a BJD from scratch takes skill (something which might have entailed formal education and the debts that go with it), a hell of a lot of time and development and a lot of money sunk into it along the way for equipment and materials. Why should anyone sink all that into making dolls when someone else is going to come along, make the minimum amount of effort and make money off that artists hard work?
And if artists decide they’ve had enough and it’s just not worth their time to make dolls anymore then we ALL loose out. Even recast owners. Because what’s there going to be to recast if dolls aren’t being made in the first place?

There’s been many good posts made about the costs of producing dolls and I encourage and implore you to go look for them. Do some research on what’s involved in producing the dolls we all enjoy and you’ll come away informed and hopefully with a good sense of what it’s like for the artists who’s work we all covet.

So much of the narrative being used by blogs like bjdrecastpositive and the people behind them relies upon is attempting to paint anyone who disagrees with them as bullies and stalkers.  I can’t speak for all 700 people singled out on that list they complied but I know that I’ve never stalked anyone in my life (who even has the time or energy for that?) and I certainly don’t bully anyone. Being vocal and disagreeing with something someone posts publically is not bullying.
And once again I implore you to use your own common sense and take that list and posts like it for what it is; an attempt to shift focus away from the real issues at hand.
There’s some very impressive mental gymnastics going on (which we’ve seen before) comparing recast owners and their side of the ‘debate’ to the struggles of the black community or the LGBTQA community among others, not to mention all that intersectionality but and I really must emphasise this as hard as it may be to hear it; recasts owners are not the victims, they are not being persecuted or discriminated against. That isn’t what being disagreed with in a debate is. That isn’t what having your decision to buy a fake doll called into question is.
And a decision is exactly what recast ownership is, with the exception of course of the poor people who get scammed, it is a conscious decision to put luxury wants above all else, regardless of whom it hurts. How ever someone wants to justify it to themselves on no level does deciding to buy a fake doll and having that called into question compare to being persecuted for your skin colour or sexuality. And I honestly cannot believe that’s even something I have to explain. The mind boggles.

Like I said at the beginning. I get it, I really do. None of us are pretending to be perfect or to have never made questionable decisions but the point is that we are all capable of looking back on our decisions, realising it was a mistake and doing the right thing. Be that by changing our ways or by making amends. Even some of the big name doll companies have made such journeys, Dollzone started out as a recast company, they decided to change their ways and they’ve since flourished into what they are today, likewise Fairyland fucked up pretty big by copying the designs for their steampunk weapons a year or two back but they realised they’d messed up and made it right. We are all constantly growing and learning. It’s part of life and learning from our mistakes is a fundamental thing we all share.

All I’m asking with this letter is to encourage recast owners and supporters to simply put themselves in someone else’s shoes, to think about the implications of buying fake dolls and to have a good hard look at their decision to do so. There are so many alternatives, be it layaways or this awesome list of dolls under $300 that @bluekitsune put together. The alternatives are there, you just need to look for them.

reasons why that whole darn episode was amazing:

  • marlon’s fACE when faith makes a break for it is p r i c e l e s s
  • “she’s like the usain bolt of grandmas.” “who needs a wheelchair?”
  • rob being so upset that the wedding wasn’t perfect and aaron not caring because all that was important to him was that, at the end of it all, robert was his husband
  • i know i’ve said this at least six times now but i cannot even believe they got married in the damn garage they fucked for the first time in
  • also the garage is so much more significant than that? like, that’s where aaron attempted suicide, it’s where he first started to really grow up and be responsible, not to mention that’s where robert made the first attempt at even a friendship, never mind the affair
  • “remind me why i’m marrying you and your massive ego again?”
  • aaron’s little choked up, emotional giggle at the end of the “i wasn’t expecting you to do the whole ‘til death do us part’ thing” i mean the lad honestly sounds like he could cry of happiness at that moment
  • “that’s how it works, idiot” i love how this has just become their pet name
  • i really, really love how they keep coming back to the “but you know” “i know” thing
  • “i never thought i’d have this with anyone. and i never though i’d have it with you.”
  • foreheadkissforeheadkissforeheadkiss
  • all of aaron’s little smiles because aaron dingle’s happiness is my happiness
  • charity ringing the bell i love her like as much as she teases them she loves them
  • ADAM
  • the damn pink confetti
  • diane “break his heart and you’re dead” sugden is my queen
  • the “drink from the welly!” chant
  • cain, who once beat the absolute daylights out of robert, getting annoyed with him when he’s taking too long to do it
  • paddy’s “he does love you. i think anyone can see that.” he’s going to start accepting rob’s presence in aaron’s life
  • also the whole padron scene, i’m so glad they’re slowly fixing them paddy just needs to stop being so wrapped up in his damn self
  • “better go and rescue my husband”
  • just anytime they refer to each other as “husband” i mean really
  • “one’s enough, i like him conscious”
  • the way rob steadies himself on aaron after the welly idk why i like that so much i just do
  • the way rob grips aaron’s face as he kisses him in front of everyone and doesn’t even care #charactergrowth
  • if you blink, you’ll miss it, but right as the camera pans over before they disappear behind chas as she walks past them you can see rob gently kiss aaron’s neck
  • the way robert presses his face into aaron’s shoulder, his lil smooshed nose, and the way they both light up when they see chas
  • faith calling rob “blondie” does she even know his damn name? anyway if they wanna make rob and faith best friends i’m here for it
  • speaking of robert’s friends, robert has friends!! even if they were just background randoms that he never actually interacted with! but where the f was bob?!
  • how peaceful aaron looks in robert’s arms
  • robert and belle interaction, that made my life
  • robert’s drunk stumble (which is mostly ryan’s post-surgery knee)
  • “oi, have you seen me husband? dead grumpy, but he doesn’t look bad in a suit.”
  • the way reality hits aaron like a freight train at the end of the ep broke my damn heart but was beautifully acted god bless u ryan and danny
  • mr. dingle and mr. sugden
  • robert knowing aaron’s not fine
  • “i don’t wanna leave ya” “i don’t want you to go”
  • aaron apologizing to robert destroyed my heart like yeah thanks i didn’t need that or anything
  • “you’ll come home to me, and we’ll never look back”
  • also, the weird cover of ‘please don’t stop the music’ playing behind them in that scene
  • and of course, that beautiful wide shot of just them in the night with some candles, clinging to each other because they’re the most important things in the world
Jealousy (revalink oneshot)

I noted the lack of revalink content so me, being garbage, decided to start of this writing blog with this little oneshot. Let’s go.

Pairing: revalink (revali x link)

Fandom: Legend of Zelda, Breath of the Wild


Word Count: 1,000. (I cannot believe I made it exactly 1000 words without even trying.)

Warnings: PDA

Revali was not a jealous person.

That was what he kept telling himself anyway, but it was getting harder and harder to believe. Prior to meeting the princess’s knight, he would’ve laughed at such an accusation. He was a master of the sky, as well as the most skilled archer of his kind. He had nothing to be jealous of. This changed upon meeting Link, however.

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[Atlas] sent 12:01 a.m.

Why do humans hurt so? Why do they cry? Why do they scream? Why do their hearts grow heavier?

(deleted) It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. I don’t think I can bear this burden anymore.

[Atlas] sent 3:27 a.m.

What is love? Why do humans try and try again even if it only brings pain? What are their hearts empty without love? Why do they ache for it?

(deleted) I want to know what love feels like. If being loved means being human, then I don’t mind.

[Atlas] sent 7:59 a.m.

Why do they believe in this God? One God cannot have made the world. One God cannot possibly love all.

(deleted) Gods can’t love. And, titans can’t either.

[Atlas] sent 4:00 p.m.

A man can love a man and a woman can love a woman. Perhaps, Aphrodite is right. Love is all-encompassing.

(deleted) I want to know what it is like to be loved by a man, to be loved by a woman, be loved at all. But, titans don’t love, do they?

[Atlas] sent 9:56 p.m.

I don’t remember a time when I was free. Hasn’t the world always been on my shoulders? Did I always feel the weight of their hearts?

(deleted) I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I made all the wrong choices and I’m sorry. Please relieve me of this burden. Haven’t I repented enough?

[Atlas] sent 11:59 p.m.

Titans can’t die. Isn’t that a horrifying thought?

(deleted) Please. I can’t hold the world for eternity. Why couldn’t I have been casted to Tartarus instead?

[The world] sent 12:00 a.m.

We’re sorry. We’re so, so sorry.

[Atlas] sent 12:01 a.m.

It is not your fault.

[The world] sent 12:02 a.m.

But it is. Titans weren’t supposed to understand what it’s like to be human. We’re sorry.

for @inkstay‘s prompt #94 “deleted texts” | Atlas learns what it means to be human and it hurts  | nhi 

Connor Murphy x Reader

Connor Murphy x Reader ; What A Night

Requested by: @glitchedrabbit
“ “ I need some fluff with my boy can I ask for Connor x Reader with 14. “But the carnival is right down the street! Can we please, please go!?” And 15. “Can I kiss you?”
Warnings: fluff, swearing, FLUFF
Word count: 950-ish   Y/N = your name!! 


English was slow, as always, so you slumped in your chair and doodled something in your notebook as the teacher went over the importance of… whatever. You were close to falling asleep. That is, until Connor, your best friend and neighbor, walked in late and sat in his normal spot next to you. He looked… nervous?

“Mr. Murphy, late again?” the teacher asked unamused.

“yeah, yeah..” he muttered back, slumping in his chair.

“Hey, you good?” You asked once he set his bag down.

“Oh- I uh, I was just wondering you and me and um,” He just wanted to make one coherent sentence. Was that too much to ask? “Fuck” He cursed under his breath.

“Con, use your words?” You said after giggling at his nervous stammering. He almost never stuttered, he was usually a pretty direct person so this was quite the change for you to hear. He fiddled with his hands nervously before stuttering out a reply.

“You. Do you want to, like, go out tonight? As a um, like maybe we could go on a, like, a date?” He asked while trying to hide the vigorous blush creeping across his face.

“As a date?” You felt your cheeks heat up.

He opened his mouth but decided against it and nodded shyly. He didn’t want to mess up his chance with you with his dumb words, they mess everything up.

“Pick me up at 7:00.” You said simply before turning your attention back to the teacher with a slight smirk.

Connor was wide-eyed and his cheeks were hotter then the sun.

“Holy shit,” he murmured. “I didn’t think that would work.” He ran his hand through his hair and smiled a bit to himself. He glanced back at you, doodling and slowly bobbing your head to the song playing through your single earbud. He had it bad.

The bell rang and he looked at you hoping he hadn’t imagined the conversation. You gave him a cheeky smile, your cheeks almost hurt from smiling so much.

“I’ll see you at 7:00?” You asked excitedly.

“See you then.” Connor smiled back in awe. He watched as you walked out of the room. He had it SO BAD.

Oh my god what do I even say?
Oh my god where do I even take her?
Oh my god what if this is a huge joke?
She wouldn’t do that though… right?
“Zoe, i know we aren’t nice to each other but I really need your help.”

“Oh uh, okay?” She said slowly closing her book.

“I asked Y/N on a date. What the actually FUCK do I do?”

“Oh my,” she said through chuckles. “Yeah, okay what do you need?”

“You’re ready to go! Remember, just relax. She’s known you for forever so she can tell when you’re being fake. Bye now!” Zoe said as she pushed Connor out the door.

Do I knock or..?

“Hey, you ready?” He said through a slightly nervous and very wide smile.

“Are you?”


You had ended up going to a nice little park surrounded by trees. You had wandered around and just made nice conversation for an hour or so, just enjoying each others company.

He slowly reached for your hand after debating in his mind for 10 minutes wether he should, not wanting to freak you out. You held his hand right back (much to his relief). At least you didn’t pull away and scream freak in his face!

You walked home just talking about whatever until-

“CONNOR LOOK ITS A CARNIVAL!!” You almost squealed with joy.

“Oh, I don’t know, I uh, I don’t really… fit in there.” He said sadly, running his free hand through his hair.

“But the carnival is right down the street! Can we please, please go!?” You glanced up at him before squeezing his hand and quietly saying “I won’t leave your side. I promise.”

He looked into your intense stare and nodded slightly while tightening his grasp on your hand.

Oh god, this place is packed.
Her hand is so soft oh my god.
Wow look at her smile all lit up by red and yellow lights.
“Awe that’s such a cute little stuffed dog! Don’t ya think?”
“I cannot believe you spent 10 dollars to get me a stuffed dog, from a rigged game, Connor.”

“Thank you for doing all this,” you motioned around the carnival rides and game stations. “It’s been amazing!”
Somehow the lights made your eyes twinkle perfectly, and the shadows that lay on your face made you look even more perfect.

“Y/N,” he said softly.

“Hmmm?” You hummed looking at the commotion around you.

“Can I kiss you?” 

You turned toward him with wide eyes, but nodded. You’re eyes flicked to his lips, and back up to him. He grabbed your face and- damn he’s good at kissing. It was perfect, to say the least. His lips were warm and tasted like the cotton candy you had gotten a while ago after he won you that damn stuffed dog.His hands smushed your cheeks a bit, they were warm and a little calloused, but perfect nonetheless.

“Woah.” He whispered softly, after trying to catch his breath. He leaned in, connecting your foreheads together.

“Yeah.” You whispered back, dazed by the memory of what had just happened.

“Can I do it again?”

“Yes please.” You could barely finish before he kissed you again. And again. And again. Throughout the rest of the night was just subtle little kisses.

“Making up for lost time, huh?” You said after the thousandth sneaky kiss.

“You could say that.” He grinned slyly.
“You could also say that you’re so goddamn cute and I can’t help myself.“ his grin grew wider. And so did yours.

Make Her A Stark~Part 2 - Rob Stark x Reader

Thank you for the amazing feedback guys!! So I think I am going to make this a 3 part imagine instead of a 2 part and if you guys like it maybe a mini series!? I am not too sure about this part so please, please let me know!! sorry if it is not as good as part 1 


Originally posted by winterfellskingdom

“Rob!” He could hear his mother shouting over his sword clashing with the target over and over. After the third shout, he finally stopped, 

“What?” He snapped. All his mind could focus on was how you were lying so sick with goodness knows what and he hadn’t even been able to show how he really felt. 

“What in the seven hells are you doing?” She asked calmly but firmly, 

“She’s sick. So incredibly sick.” His mother knew this. It was why she wanted to talk to her this morning - to ask her to return home for a few months to get well again. Se was too late but with Robb’s words, she understood everything her poor boy was going through. 

“You like her,” Catelyn smirked. When Robb was young, he was adamant that he would never love a silly girl - he was such a typical young boy. Of course, as he grew older his rule became less appealing and girls became more so. But still, his mother would never forget that little boy who wanted nothing more than to be strong like his father. 

In turn, he never believed he would fall so fast. He had believed for such a long time that his freedom would end in an arranged marriage with no love. Never did he think he would find someone he loved truly. “I do not doubt that she would be a wonderful wife,”

“And why do I sense you do not approve?”

“I do my son, but as you said she is sick. If her fever overcomes her…” He did not let her finish, 

“Don’t you dare.” Robb almost growled, gripping his sword tighter. 

In 7 weeks he had fallen in love and never again could he imagine his life without your rosy cheeks blushing when you spoke to him, or your calming voice on late night walks. How you would admire him when you thought he could not see. Each little action gave him hope that you returned his feelings. Of course he would show off a little to you (as noticed by Jon and Arya a few times - much to his torment) but never had his heart felt so full than when he was gazing upon you - whether it be across the yard or at dinner, imagining how you would look beside him, leading with him instead of being so far away.

“Robb, the nurses believe it is severe hypothermia. There is almost no coming back from that.” Robb remained silent, seething with anger, “Her breathing is shallow already, it is down to her to last the night.” 

Robb fell to a stool nearby in defeat rubbing his eye with his palm and dropping his sword, “She is my dream. She makes me who I am, and holding her hand in mine was more natural to me than my own heartbeat. I think about her all the time. Even now, she can’t go, even if she told me to move on I wouldn’t be able to, believe me, but I can’t live in a world where she isn’t a part of my life and I’m scared that if I move on she won’t be anymore.”

Robb snuck up to your room that night. A young nurse had been left with you to dab a warm washcloth across your pale forehead. 

“Leave us”

“My lord, I cannot. The lady hasn’t been conscious for hours,”  Robb’s heart broke a little, “I must stay with her…”

“I shall take over.” His sternness made her follow his order reluctantly, handing him the washcloth and curtseying as she left. He looked over at you, your chest barely moving with only small breaths and your head thrashed a little every so often in your unconscious state. 

Moving to your side he ignored the small stool and sat beside you, taking your hand in his and running his thumb over the back of your freezing hand. He noticed that you still had his furs around you as well as many others, but his were still there wrapped tightly around your weak frame. 

He knew it was wrong, he didn’t have your permission, but you needed to be warm so carefully, he removed the covers from around you and lied beside you, moving you against him slowly and placing the covers around the both of you. He once again took your hand and, even in your unconscious state, you seemed to squeeze lightly. He didn’t know if he was imagining it but he prayed to the gods that he didn’t. He smiled to himself, 

“I know I shouldn’t but I miss you.” He began speaking, he didn’t know if you could hear him - probably not but maybe, “I miss your voice, I miss your laugh, I miss your smile and your hugs. I miss our old conversations. I miss you so much and I hate how I cannot help you. Please don’t let go. I know it is selfish of me, my (y/n) - It is selfish to call you mine and to want you to return to me but I need you, my (y/n). There’s just something about you I’m scared to lose, because I know I won’t find it in anyone else.” You moved into his warmth your head touching his shoulder and making his heart swell, “I know you don’t think you have a family. Not a caring family, but you do! You have us and I will be damned if that gets taken from you because gods do I want to make you a Stark but you have to pull through.” A tear nearly left his eye but he wouldn’t allow it. 

His hand came up to brush through your hair that had been let out of its plaits and as he did so he heard you mumble and slur his name a little. He knew he hadn’t imagined it that time - you were coming back to him. Robb allowed his hopes to rocket as he pressed a kiss to your forehead as you mumbled again, “Shh, my love, keep your energy. I’ve got you now.”

“Don’t leave me.” Those three words were enough to let that small tear slip, falling into your hair, 

“Never, my darling. Never.” 


@hellomissmabel @saoirsewhittle 

I’m writing this for you to say goodbye, the goodbye we never really got because you said you couldn’t do it and in a way, goodbye never felt right for us. I always imagined we would stay friends. That one day you’d text me as if nothing had happened and maybe we’d meet for coffee and talk like we always had, two people with the same values in life.

I wish I could sit with you and talk about your love life and not feel an aching in my heart but of course, you can’t. I can’t.

I realize all of this. And I realized it again when I opened that box, the one where I kept all of the sentimental things I couldn’t throw away—every card, every photograph and every random note you or I left around the house. I sifted through them and remembered how much I did love you and how I honestly saw a future for us. The words you wrote warmed my heart and made me believe I was worth being loved. You did that. You made me believe I was worthy and even now, I cannot thank you enough for that.

But its time to let you go. And though you aren’t that person anymore — I hope you find the kind of love you deserve, the kind I was unable to give you. I hope you live all of those dreams you spoke so passionately of when our fingers danced together in each others palms.

I hope you don’t think of me, but I hope you know I’m so glad you were my first love. I’m so glad I got to spend those years with you and that love, that feeling of absolute euphoria. You will remain in the memory box, not touched by time or reality or the cruelness of the world.

Goodbye, old love. You can be free now.